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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill 3/?
(Anonymous) 2016-12-20 07:09 am (UTC)(link)The two young men entered together, Theseus standing tall, and Newt with his shoulders hunched inwards and his hands in his jacket pockets. Theseus had managed to get him looking mostly respectable in a dark brown vest and a bright blue jacket. Newt stood in contrast with the somber colours of those around him. His father, and the man who had been nice to Tilly both stood up and walked over to him.
“Newton, I’d like you to meet Percival Graves,” His father said, and Newt held out his hand out of habit. He couldn’t figure out if it was worse to acknowledge they’d met, or to pretend they didn’t. Mr. Graves reached forward and shook his hand. He held on longer than most men might, his thumb stroked the back of Newt’s hand.
“It’s a pleasure,” Mr. Graves replied, and Newt felt Theseus nudge the back of his foot.
“Likewise,” Newt stutters out. The older man holds his gaze a moment longer, then releases his hand. Newt looks to his father, then brother, for some kind of cue for what he is supposed to do. Instead, what he feels is a warm, broad hand on his back. He lets Mr. Graves steer him towards the couch, and Newt sits down next to him.
“May I call you Newt?” Mr. Graves asked, and he could only nod in response. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his father relax slightly, though Theseus did not.
“I’ve heard you’re very good with animals,” Mr. Graves said, “would it be a safe guess that has been what you were occupied with this evening?”
Newt relaxed a little, relieved his father wouldn’t know about his impropriety earlier.
“Ah - yes. I’ve been helping a terrier - Tilly - with a leg injury. I help her swim, to let her build strength without her having to hold all her weight.”
Mr. Graves rests one of his arms on the back of the couch behind Newt. He asks a few more questions, and Newt finds himself telling the head of one of the most powerful mob families in New York about his pet python, and the garden snake he has named Pickett. He doesn’t mention he often keeps Pickett in his pocket. He pauses for a moment, and realizes suddenly his left leg is very warm where Mr. Graves has pressed his own leg against him.
He feels the older man’s thumb brush against his shoulder, though he’s fairly sure neither his father or Theseus can see. He blushes, though he doesn’t move. He looks over at Mr. Graves, and sees a small smile form.
“I’d like to meet Pickett,” Mr. Graves says, and risks another glance at his father. He can’t make out what his father is feeling. He looks back at Mr. Graves and says, “I am waiting for classes to resume at Columbia, so really, I am available whenever you’d like.”
“Your father and I have some details we need to work through. I’ll come by tomorrow,” He says, and Newt sees his father nod.
“Though, if it’s possible, I’d like to see Tilly. I do have a soft spot for scrappy dogs,” Mr. Graves says. He can see his father stop Theseus from rising from his seat.
“Oh, of course. She’s in the kennel for the night, I can go get her,” Newt says, and is surprised when the other man stands up.
“I’d like to see your kennel. I’m planning on having some built,” Mr. Graves says. His father shoots his brother a rather dirty look, and Newt stands and says, “Oh, that sounds lovely. I have some thoughts on proper kennels, if you’re interested.”
Mr. Graves agrees, then Newt feels himself being steered out of the room. Once back in the main hall, the older man looks him over as he’d done when they first met. Newt’s throat feels tight when he says, “they’re just this way.”
Mr. Graves keeps his hands to himself all the way to the kennels, though he does stand closer than many would think polite. Newt tries not to think too hard about what it means.
The two walk to the converted stables behind the house. Newt unlocks the door, and is greeted by a cacophony of happy barks. There are a few stalls for individual dogs, “for those recovering from illness, or injury,” he explains to Mr. Graves. The rest of the building is a large room, with a series of small fountains with bases large and low enough for the dogs to drink from. There are blankets, large pillows and toys strewn across the floor.
“Tilly has to be on her own bed until I’m sure one of the other dogs won’t hurt her - by accident, they’re all very gentle - she’s just over here.
The gate is waist high, and Newt closes it after Mr. Graves steps through into the stall.
Tilly wakes at the sight of them, and wags her tail vigorously. Mr. Graves kneels and holds his hand out to her. Newt feels warm at the sight. Newt moves towards the back wall so her can get a better view of Tilly’s healing leg.
Tilly gets her fill of belly rubs as Newt explains what he does, and doesn’t like about how he’s converted his mother’s stables. When Tilly’s head starts to droop, and her eyes close, Mr. Graves stand’s up.
“She seems very fond of you Mr. Graves” Newt says.
“You can call me Percival. I’d like you to,” the older man says. Newt’s surprise must show on his face, because Mr. Graves frowns, then steps closer. He walks close enough Newt can almost feel the heat coming off him. He leans forward, close to Newt’s ear, and asks, “What did your brother tell you, of the agreement between your father and I?”
“He said, uh, he - well,” Newt squirmed under the intensity of Mr. Grave’s gaze. His hands began to shake, and he continued “he said you wanted to make me your wife.”
Mr. Graves laughed, and smiled warmly. “I don’t need a wife. And, you might have noticed, you are a man. If we were to be anything, you’d be my husband.”
“Oh,” Newt said. Mr. Graves took Newt’s hands in his own. He raised one of Newt’s hands and pressed his lips against Newt’s knuckles. Newt felt his ears burn.
“You have lovely hands,” Percival said. Newt watched one of his hands reach for the older man’s collar, almost of its own accord. Percival leaned further into his space, placing his now free arm against the wooden wall behind Newt.
“My people need assurance that this is a mutually beneficial arrangement. They need to know your family will be loyal to me. And you are a lovely man,” Percival shifted his hold on Newt’s hand so their fingers twined together, “I think we’d get along well. I admire you a great deal,”
Newt let out a shaky breath. He met Percival’s gaze, then felt the older man press his lips against Newt’s neck.
He inhaled sharply, and Percival responded by kissing him. Newt’s grasp on Percival’s collar tightened, and he pressed against him. Percival responded by pressing him back into the wall, the long line of his body pressed up against Newt. The younger man felt Percival’s hand leave his, then felt it slide across his cheek, resting just behind his head, cushioning him from the hard wood behind him. The kisses became more heated, and Newt suddenly was very glad he has the wall to support him.
“I’d build you a kennel, and make all the changes you want. I wouldn’t dream of separating you from your pets.”
Newt feels some of the tension leak out of his shoulders. ‘Theseus sounded so worried about this,’ he thought feeling a comforting hand hold his own again. ‘And father will never let me live outside his protection, not unless I’m overseas.’ He looks at Percival, and feels flush. ‘Lord help me, he’s handsome.’
“I’d like it, very much, if you came to visit tomorrow.” Newt said, then looked down feeling foolish. Percival touched his chin, and Newt raised his head, and was rewarded with a gentle kiss.
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